2 comments/ 96649 views/ 7 favorites Geisha Training Ch. 01 By: velvetpie I can tell you when my dream of becoming a geisha began. It was James Clavell’s fault. If he had never written Shôgun and Richard Chamberlain had never brought Anjin-san to such vivid life, I’d have never made that vow to myself. The vow to one day go to Japan and learn how to become a geisha. Of course, I had to live the rest of my life, while keeping my dream alive. I graduated from high school, realized that I was gay and moved to San Francisco, deciding to attend college there. Four years later, I had a degree in Asian Studies and a minor in International Finance and I finally realized that my dream was within my grasp. It took another two years before I landed a job in Intel Corporation’s Tokyo office and I was off to the Land of the Rising Sun. Life in Japan was much harder than I expected it to be. I found myself sticking with other co-workers, rather than mingle with countrymen that didn’t really like outsiders, especially Americans, and didn’t usually welcome them into their gilded circles. I made friends with one Japanese lady, though. A diminutive woman approaching forty, but looking twenty, named Tamiko Hotsubara, called Tamiko-san. Tamiko-san was the executive secretary to the CEO and we were always in close contact since I’d been assigned to work directly with her boss. One day, she invited me to lunch and over bento boxes loaded with sushi and pickles, I took a leap of faith and told her of my dream. She gave me a traditional Japanese grunt and continued to eat, her chopsticks moving at the speed of light. I chewed, awaiting her response and when none came, I silently cursed myself for letting my resolve weaken. Finally, she set her chopsticks down and looked me squarely in the face. “You really want to become geisha?” “Yes, Tamiko-san. I have been dreaming about it for a long time.” Tamiko-san pulled out a lidded bowl of chilled lychee fruit and a couple of sesame candies and we silently ate the sweet, pearl onion-sized fruit, following with the candies. “Are you busy on Saturday?” “No.” I had planned on spending a few hours in the office to put the finishing touches on a report for her boss but I could tell that spending those hours with Tamiko-san was going to be a lot more interesting. “I have a friend that owns an o-chaya. She might be willing to give you some training.” “Oh, Tamiko-san, she could … domo!” Tamiko-san just smiled, chewing her sesame candy and packing the bento box so that we could head back to work. When Saturday came, I found myself awake at the break of dawn, meditating because I’d been unable to sleep. I dressed in khaki capris and a woven shirt and met Tamiko-san at the Tsukiji Fish Market. We had to pick up some friendly offerings to present to her friend, Hana-san. Stuffing our purchases into her shopping bag, we took a taxi to the Geisha District, also called hana-machi and found Hana-san’s o-chaya. Hana-san met us at the door and gave Tamiko-san a hug. To me, she gave a small bow, calling me Nikki-san and escorting us into her private apartments. Her dark eyes met mine over cups of steaming green tea and I felt as if she were sizing me up and satisfying her curiosity about me. “Tamiko-san tells me that you wish to become geisha.” “Yes, Hana-san. That is my dearest wish.” “Tamiko-san also tells me that you are a lesbian, that you prefer female company to male company.” I felt heat creep into my cheeks and knew that my face had turned red, “Yes, Hana-san. That is also true.” “The traditional geisha’s responsibility is to serve men. You would not wish to be of service to males?” I glanced at Tamiko-san, who gave me a small nod of encouragement. “No, Hana-san. I do not wish to service males.” “Is there such a thing as an o-chaya for females only?” “Surprising that you would ask that, Tamiko-san.” Hana finished her tea and elegantly wiped her mouth. “One opened two years ago. Today, there are seven.” “Seven?” Tamiko-san gasped. “Who knew that it would become so popular?” “I did.” Hana-san gave her friend a guilty smile. “Three of them are mine.” She laughed at Tamiko-san’s expression. “I also own two that are for males only.” “No wonder you’re doing so well!” Tamiko-san patted her friend’s hand, laughing. “Your father is truly blessed!” “And so, we come back to Nikki-san’s request. I have a small okiya for the maiko that we train. The maiko live there but that is not a requirement. Would you like to go visit?” “Oh, yes, Hana-san! I would love it!” “All right. Let’s go.” A short taxi ride later, we were at Hana-san’s first female only o-chaya. The coffeehouse was set on a small parcel of land with an adjacent parking area and taxi stand. Suki, her okami, welcomed us warmly and proceeded to give us a discreet guided tour of the house. Tatami crunched under our feet as we were swept past a busy kitchen, a spa area where two women were receiving mud baths and a hallway of wooden-doored rooms where customers who requested or required privacy were entertained. Somehow, she knew why I was there and beckoned to me, to the exclusion of Tamiko and Hana-san. She led me up a secret set of stairs to a dark room, illuminated only by the light that poured in from the room below. It took me a moment to realize that I was looking down into one of the private rooms. A black woman with large breasts was on her hands and knees, a small Japanese girl behind her, slamming a thick pink strap-on into her black cunt. My mouth watered. “We service every woman’s request here.” Suki said quietly. I hadn’t noticed right away, but she had moved closer to me, her voice silky in my ear. Her arm came around my waist, her hand flattening on my belly, fingers applying pressure towards my already overheated pussy. “Even women that haven’t requested anything yet.” I shivered in her embrace, her coral pink lips lazily rubbing against the side of my neck as she stood behind me. I felt something hard in the cleft of my ass. “Is this part of the tour?” “Only if you want it to be.” Her wet tongue stroked my ear, slipping inside and tracing the hard shell. “Free of charge, of course.” She wouldn’t let me turn so that I could do a more proper job of kissing her so I had to settle for tasting her yummy mouth from the side, shivering and moaning as her hands slid down my sides, joining at the front to unbutton my capris, then separating again to push them down my hips. Those same hands made short work of my thong and her long fingers were pushing into my wet slit, her thumb working my rising clit. The scene below partially mirrored our loving. I thrilled to the sight of the huge dildo drilling the black woman’s pussy and coming out glistening with her juices. Suki leaned forward and touched a button on a small console to the right and the sounds of lust filled the tiny alcove. “Hear her cries?” I closed my eyes. Suki’s husky voice echoed in my ear, melding with the sounds of the couple fucking below. The Japanese woman was slapping the black woman’s ass as she pounded her snatch and the woman was clearly enjoying it. “Now, add yours to it.” The hardness at my backside had been a strap-on which now skillfully made its way up inside me, stretching resting muscle and making me groan in pleasure. Her hands pushed me forward until I was holding onto the wooden ledge, looking down onto the scene with Suki pounding me ferociously, paralleling their actions. The black woman threw her head back, her mouth open in a perfect rictus of pain-etched pleasure and the Japanese woman shoved a thin dildo into the woman’s ass. I felt Suki’s finger penetrating my anal passage and I came instantly, nearly shouting my climax as my pussy clenched around the dildo and my asshole around her finger. She whispered soft endearments to me as I came down, holding me against her body and only pulling out when I could stand again. She gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. “You were very tasty, Nikki-san. Please feel free to come again.” We rejoined Tamiko and Hana-san, who threw me a knowing glance. I tried to ignore them and said, “When can I start?” ***** I didn’t have to go through the usual protocol that a usual woman who pursues geisha training would go through. There were no parental interviews and no living requirements. Suki was to be my trainer and as manager of Hana-san’s top rated o-chaya, I knew I was going to be in good hands. The rest of the tour, Suki-san took every opportunity to touch me; a fleeting touch on my breast, a gentle squeeze of my buttocks or fingers on my cheek let me know that she was thinking about me. Hana-san told me that a year would be sufficient for me to learn everything I needed to know to be able to competently service women. The first six months would be educational studies about everything a Japanese geisha should know. I would be expected to learn a few songs on the shamisen, learn sadoh, the tea ceremony, and learn some calligraphy. Other skills, such as ikebana (flower arranging) and conversation weren’t necessary in my case. And of course, everything hinged on the proper wearing of a kimono, which I would have to purchase myself. Tamiko-san offered to take me to a katsura shop so that I could purchase some supplies and I was to report to the o-chaya first thing next Saturday morning. I could not be late or I would be penalized. Suki-san would call me with the requirements in a few days. My pussy still pleasurably throbbing, I bowed low to Suki-san and Hana-san and left, hoping that the next week would pass quickly. Tamiko-san and I continued our lunch ritual, but instead of talking ledgers and invoices, we spoke about the history of geishas. She was a fountain of information and I soaked up every word, hungry sponge that I was. She stressed to me that geisha were not prostitutes of any sort, but provided cultural entertainment. She also told me that I could make my own choice as to what kind of geisha I wanted to be: traditional or sexual. She knew that I would choose sexual. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” “Yes, but only for select customers.” “Select customers?” “Ones that I feel comfortable with. That I want to provide service to. I don’t want this to be a ‘forced’ kind of situation, Tamiko-san. I want to maintain my cleanliness and I want to protect my heart.” “You’re thinking to meet your lifelong partner out of this?” “I don’t know, Tamiko-san. I will take what comes my way.” She shrugged her tiny shoulders and smiled. “We will visit the shop after work on Friday. And make sure you’re not late on Saturday.” Saturday morning, I arrived five minutes early, my first kimono in a bag over my arm and a makeup case in my hand. Suki-san allowed me in, giving me a long kiss of welcome, brushing my tingling nipples which hardened immediately. “Am I being too forward?” “Not at all.” “Good.” Her Occidental features widened into a genuine smile. “Because I like being forward.” “Me, too.” I whispered, moving a little closer. “I’d love to repay your favor.” “You may get your chance, tasty one.” Suki-san gave me another kiss. “But first, I must set your feet on the path to enlightenment. I’ve prepared a room for your use whenever you’re here. You can stow your kimonos and personal items there.” “Excellent.” “Good. Well, stick your stuff in there and let’s get started.” I didn’t know how important things were in the geisha world were but over the next six months, Suki and Hana-san put me through my paces. I bought ten other kimonos, each more elaborate than the other and kept them squirreled away in my little room. I practiced putting on the white foundation and painting perfect ruby lips. I plucked the shamisen for weeks on end, making Suki-san laugh when I played an AC/DC song on it. Hana-san sat stone-faced through my rendition of Hell’s Bells but applauded my traditional piece. Six months and one week after my first visit, I was allowed to attend my first ‘sex’ class. I hadn’t known that there was such a thing but Hana-san had covered all the bases. Eight maiko and I sat in a half-circle around Suki-san as we prepared to take our first steps in the journey of how to please a woman. “How many of you know how to pleasure a woman?” One hand shot up, a young woman named Shibumi. Everyone else giggled behind their hands and looked stunned. “What is the first test?” Shibumi sat speechless. “Do not raise your hand again until you have completed this course.” Suki-san’s keen eyes fell on each one of us, no love or friendship conveyed. “This is not a school for prostitutes, ladies. This is where you learn geisha-craft. If you cannot adhere to the seriousness of the teachings, then you may leave.” A grave measure of silence passed before Shibumi politely spoke up. “Please forgive my impudence, Suki-san.” Suki-san seemed pleased at her apology but she didn’t show it. “The first test is the finger test.” She glanced at each of us. “You can test by kiss and by sight as to the woman’s hygiene, but the body cannot lie. This is also known as fingering. What you want to look for is whether she cares for her pubic hair, if she’s wet and if she has an odor. The odor is first. If there is an unpleasant odor, it would be wise not to ingest any of the woman’s juices until she’s been checked. In a situation like that, rely on other ways to get her off, then let your okami know. The second is wetness. If you’re turning her on, she’ll be wetter than rain. If not, you’ll need to work harder. Ask her sexy questions about what she might like. The last is her pubic situation. Some people don’t like to trim or shave. An icebreaker might be to provide shaving or trimming service for the lady.” I hadn’t thought of all that. I shaved because I liked being clean, especially during the monthlies. I never had any odor or lack of wetness problems so I had never imagined anyone else having a problem. I had only thought about the physical aspects of becoming a geisha. When no one offered any questions, Suki-san continued. “I will assume that everyone knows about the female genitalia … “ Another woman’s hand shot up, her face reddening in embarrassment. “Suki-san, I - I do not know.” “How can you not, Naoko? You possess female genitalia, do you not?” The woman’s face darkened again. “No, ma’am.” A loud gasp went up and even I found myself staring at the young woman in astonishment. “I was born with male genitalia.” Suki-san’s eyes widened. “And breasts?” “Yes, Suki-san.” “Interesting. Now I can see why Hana-san is so successful. I would not have thought to place you in a female only o-chaya. You will be a very rich woman when you finish your tutelage here.” Naoko’s face turned red again. “Thank you, Suki-san.” “All right. May I have a volunteer?” When no one else raised their hands, I stood up. A flurry of Japanese words arose behind me and instantly silenced under Suki-san’s eyes. “Do not think to disparage Nikki-san because she is an American. She has proved that she is committed to the further education of all geisha by this selfless act. The rest of you, except Naoko, should look to her shining example.” Again, more silence. “Nikki-san, will you remove your shorts and undies and sit at the edge of the chair?” I did as she asked, the girls all beginning to crowd around to see my shaved snatch. Suki-san pushed them all back, allowing Naoko to kneel front and center between my legs. Her large brown eyes widened as she leaned closer. I felt myself getting turned on by her innocent appraisal and I gave her a gentle smile to help ease her nervousness. “I am not going to go into great detail. I’ll just show you the sexual parts. These are the labia major and underneath, the labia minor.” Suki-san’s long fingernails scraped the inner edges of my outer lips, making me hiss in pleasure. “This large area, which can be covered by pubic hair is called the mons pubis and if you pull it back … “ Cool air assaulted my clit and she gave it a little flick. Naoko’s eyes widened even more as my clit arose in reaction. “That is the clit. Now down here, “ She pulled both lips back, exposing my weeping hole. “Is the vaginal opening.” “That is where my penis goes?” “Yes, Naoko. It is also where you will create babies if you’re not careful.” “There can be no babies, Suki-san. My parents made me have a vasectomy. I have semen, but no sperm.” Suki-san shook her head. “That was smart. You will be able to live a life of peaceful sex now.” “Yes, Suki-san.” “Well, since Nikki-san was such a willing volunteer, who would like to service her for the further education of all geisha?” Again, a long measure of silence, then a shy voice, “I would like to try, Suki-san.” I smiled down at Naoko and gave her a tiny nod. She crawled forward a few inches and gave my clit a long lick. I shuddered, feeling the rough texture of her tongue and enjoying every inch of it. Again and again, she licked until my swollen clit was the size of the tip of her pinky and my juices were leaking all over the chair. “That’s very good, Naoko. Now slide a finger into her opening while you continue to lick her clit.” I gritted my teeth in an effort not to cum yet. I wanted her to feel what a woman’s cunt felt like when she reached orgasm. Her lips curled around my clit and she started sucking it like a tiny dick. I started shaking like an earthquake awaiting eruption. Naoko’s eyes met mine and she slid another finger in and lengthened her strokes, pushing farther up into me. My skin tingled and my nipples hardened to painful nubs. I felt my orgasm creeping up my spine like a large, warm hand, its warmth streaking up my legs and boiling in my overheating pussy. I gasped loudly as I came. I couldn’t scream like I wanted to; I couldn’t draw enough breath, the sensations were so fierce. Naoko released my clit with a soft kiss and slowed her hand’s movements until she could pull them out. “Wow.” Naoko breathed, raising her fingers to her face and inhaling deeply. “She smells beautiful.” While I recovered, the other girls crowded around Naoko, sniffing her fingers and even taking tentative licks. Suki-san used a washcloth to gently cleanse me and helped me back into my garments, allowing me to rejoin the circle. Naoko arose, her penis tenting the front of her robe and gazed into my eyes, licking her fingers with a delicate pink tongue. Just the sight brought another mini-orgasm streaking through me. “I think that’s enough of lessons for today.” I agreed. I went back to my room and fell into a deep sleep. Geisha Training Ch. 02 I awoke later that afternoon at a light knock on my door. "Come in." Naoko came in, bowing her head in deference to me. "I'm sorry. Did I awaken you?" "Yes, but that's all right." "I – " Her lovely china doll features colored at her shyness. "I brought you a gift." "A gift? Oh, Naoko, you didn't have to." "I know I didn't." She pulled an elaborately wrapped box from a hidden pocket in her kimono and offered it to me with both hands, her eyes low. "After your sacrifice in class this morning, I felt compelled to. I am sorry that it's not very expensive." Knowing Japanese protocol, I accepted the package in the same manner in which I received it, both hands and eyes low. Naoko watched as I opened the package. Inside was a set of lacquered chopsticks with ideograms painted on the shiny surface. She held one face up and read the message. "It's a proverb from Confucius. It translates to 'everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.'" "That's very beautiful." I knew she was trying to tell me something deeper but I wasn't interested in getting into a deep relationship with someone right now. Feeling uncomfortable, she backed toward the door, bowing again. "I just wanted to say thank you for allowing me to service you today. It was my pleasure." "Thank you, Naoko-san." Afternoon class began where the morning class ended. Female stimulation. "We have all seen Naoko's expert handling of Nikki-san. I want you to keep in mind that Naoko is a neophyte in the world of female stimulation, yet she handled it like the true geisha she is becoming. Remember also, that she did this feat while not possessing female genitalia." Suki-san began, meeting each woman's eyes separately. "Now, we shall continue. You've done the finger test and you are satisfied that the woman is clean. Next, you use your fingers and tongue. You saw how Naoko concentrated her attentions on Nikki-san's clit, using her fingers in her opening. You can use just your tongue, just your fingers or a combination of both." Several of the girls started talking amongst themselves. One of them raised her hand. Her name was Akina. "Suki-san, how do you breathe?" "You do a certain amount of work, lean back, take a quick breath, then dive in again. If she is close to her orgasm, you take a deep breath and hold it as long as you can until she cums. Breaking contact is like losing your train of thought." Suki-san nodded. "Also, be aware that some women can't or have never reached a climax. Some can only have one and some can have many. Each woman is different." "What about you, Nikki-san?" Naoko's gentle whisper in my ear startled me. "How many can you have?" "Lots." Suki-san continued with the lesson, French-kiss the clit for maximum pleasure. Use the tongue in a thick spear to massage the opening and always let the woman cum in your mouth. Another important item she related was proper care of your hands. Manicures and softening lotions were recommended. Nails should be kept short so as not to injure the delicate skin of a woman's sex. Cuticles should be trimmed and kept soft. Finally, it was time for the evening meal and I readied myself to leave. Suki-san stopped me in the hallway. "Nikki-san, the ladies would like you to remain for dinner and spend the night, if you can." I was flattered. It was an invitation that few outside women ever got. It meant that they had accepted me into their group. "I would be honored to stay." "Would it be possible for you to come here on Friday nights and to remain until Sunday afternoons?" "I could stay all week, as long as I can leave if and when work dictates it." "I don't see that that would be a problem. Hana-san has already said that she will pay part of your rent in exchange for your presence among the geisha." "Hana-san is too kind." "She has grown to love you, Nikki-san, as we all have." Suki-san tilted my head back and gave me a deep lover's kiss, sucking on my bottom lip as we parted. "I am glad that you can stay. We will all be enlightened by your presence." "As I am by yours." I answered, Suki-san's taste still on my tongue. "Come. Let's have dinner." Dinner with the other girls was a giggly affair. Most spoke English so they spoke of encounters they had had, either with women or men. Shibumi was the most promiscuous of them all. She had had several lovers, including the son of a yakuza warlord and had received several beautiful pieces of jewelry as a result. She was held in much less esteem than Naoko, who had bravely revealed her 'deformity' and had borne scrutiny. Naoko made sure to sit next to me, but did not ply me with questions or hoard my attention. She served me food when the bowls were passed and offered me eating suggestions. "So tell us of your encounters, Nikki-san." An ugly girl named Kameko asked, her shy eyes darting between her sister geisha for support. "What do you want to know?" "Tell us of the first time you had a woman." I laughed. "Oh, that was such a long time ago!" "You don't remember?" "Oh, I remember, Shibumi." I filled my mouth with chicken and rice and chewed for several moments. "I could never forget." "Then tell us, Nikki-san." I smiled at Naoko and looked across and down the long table. Everyone's eyes were on me, including Suki-san's, so I set my bowl and chopsticks down. "Her name was Juliet and she was my high school gym teacher." Gasps of admiration went up. "After I graduated, I approached her because everyone knew she was gay but no one said anything about it." "And you had sex with your teacher?" "Yes, and it was very good." "Would you have sex with Suki-san?" "Absolutely." My answer seemed to have an effect on Naoko but I didn't acknowledge it. "She seems to be a fine teacher. I can always learn something new." "Would you have sex with me?" Shibumi asked. "No." This time, the gasp was one of outrage. "Why?" "I can't just have sex with anyone. Suki-san has been a good friend to me as well as my teacher. We've connected on several levels and it makes me comfortable enough to open myself to her." "What about Naoko?" Shibumi knew what she was asking and she knew my response might hurt my burgeoning friendship with the girl. "What I did with Naoko this morning was for the benefit of all geisha." "So you were pretending?" "No, Shibumi, I was not pretending. When I came this morning, it was because Naoko had excited me. Maybe you can pretend excitement, but Naoko will tell you that mine was real." "As we all can." Kameko took my side. "We all tasted the cum on Naoko's fingers." Shibumi nodded in defeat and sat back with a sour face. I sought her eyes, knowing that it wouldn't do to separate us by choosing sides. "Maybe if I got to know you better, I might make the decision to have sex with you. But sleeping with all and sundry is not how I live my life, nor how I want to live it. It had nothing to do with you personally, Shibumi. You understand?" Tears glistened in her eyes and I got the sudden idea that she was only promiscuous because she was lonely. "Yes, Nikki-san." To everyone's surprise, I arose and gave my geisha sister a hug and a kiss, making sure that our eyes connected and that she could truly see my sincerity. Her quiet voice whispered, "Domo." Suki-san was smiling at the end of the table but she quickly reassumed her teacher-like appearance. "It's time to go to bed, girls. Showers, then lights out." I felt as if I was in college again as we all entered the hallway, went into our separate rooms and re-emerged with towels and buckets of shower products. The showers were just like showers in our gym classes. This gave everyone a chance to see what each girl's bodies were like and most seemed interested in mine and Naoko's. "Jerk off, Naoko." "What?" "I said, jerk off. Cum for these girls. They'll respect you." "I can't do that, Nikki-san!" Her face showed absolute horror. "I've never ... not in public ... " I left my shower head and stood behind Naoko, letting my hands travel over her small shoulders and pert breasts, circling the dark rosy nipples until they hardened, then buried my hand in a gingery thicket of silky hair and wrapped my hand around her four-inch pole. "Please, Nikki-san. Stop." "No, Naoko. Don't be afraid. Take control." Her body remained stiff in my arms as I stroked her to full hardness. I rubbed my lips against her neck, whispering how beautiful and unique she was and how she had something that no one else had. A shiver ran through her and she pressed her hips back against me, her eyes closed. The other girls had stopped scrubbing and were watching our show. "Lay down." I wasn't sure that I'd heard her but I did what I thought she'd ask, lying on my back and looking up at her as she stroked her 'boycock' above my face. She looked so beautiful, like a sexual samurai honing her sword. I pinched my nipples, pulling them as I watched her. Her unassuming stance became masculine and tough and I saw her gazing at each one of the girls as if to challenge them. They stayed together, quiet and observant. "Yes." Naoko's deep voice echoed through the room, above the din of falling water. "Oh, yes. I'm going to cum. Watch me, my sisters." Her fist tightened and three strokes later, she dumped a small load onto my face, my breasts and my stomach. Complete silence reigned in the shower room as the girls all watched us. I rubbed the semen into my skin, meeting Naoko's eyes. She reached down and pulled my up, giving me a deep kiss and squeezing my buttocks with a gentle hand. Moments later, Kameko was the first, bending to lick my pearly nipple clean. I couldn't help but tremble and cum. My nipples have always been ultra-sensitive and Kameko's little tongue was doing a number on me. Other tongues joined in, including a grateful Shibumi, who gave me a cum-covered kiss, sucking my tongue into her mouth. Soon I was clean as well as Naoko and many hands washed us under the unrelenting hot water jets. When I went to my room, I felt so loved and protected by my sister geisha that I cried myself to sleep, reliving every moment of my dream coming to fruition. Little did I know that much more lay ahead. Geisha Training Ch. 03 Sunday dawned early and most of the girls had gone to the temple to say their prayers. I lay in bed and lounged, waiting for someone to seek me out but all was quiet. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, awakening at another soft knock, this time from Suki-san. "Are you all right?" "Yes. Just sleeping." "You are late for class." "Oh! I'm sorry. I hadn't realized it!" I jumped out of bed, forgetting that I was naked. Suki-san admired my figure with a sensual gaze that heated my cheeks. "I was waiting to hear them in the halls... " "The girls go straight to the classroom from their prayers." I felt her hot breath on my neck as her arms came around me, her hands cupping my breasts and firmly stroking my nipples. "Now, you should get dressed and hurry up." "Yes, Suki-san." She turned me in her arms and we kissed for a few long moments. Her mouth tasted of butterscotch and chocolate. We gazed at each other for a second, then she kissed the tip of my nose and headed down the hallway. I joined her in the classroom a few minutes later, thanking Naoko for saving me a place and making myself comfortable. "Now, yesterday, we spoke of pleasuring the female and we learned about female genitalia. Today, we shall learn about seduction." "Seduction? What will seduction have to do with our duties as geisha?" "Quite a bit, Akina." Suki-san tugged on a girl's hand who was sitting near the front. "Come on, Yeshune. I require a volunteer." Yeshune sat on the couch at the front of the class, trying her best not to giggle. "Now watch. I shall seduce her without words." Suki-san first took her shirt and pants off, then crawled onto the couch, her eyes locked onto Yeshune's. The young girl smiled nervously, smoothing her kimono down over her legs. Suki-san moved beside her and reached out a hand, gently smoothing the woman's hair back from her face and cupping her chin. Yeshune looked down at her hands folded in her lap, then back up into Suki-san's eyes. Suki-san's hands did the seduction. They touched, stroked, gentled. Before our eyes, Suki-san hypnotized Yeshune with her touch. When she reached into the woman's kimono, no doubt squeezing her breast and giving her a warm kiss, Yeshune was hers. "That's how it's done." That day and the next two weekends, we honed our seduction skills. The simple method of the first day progressed into more complex techniques and became foreplay. There was verbal foreplay, consisting of everything from innocent words to filthy phrases. Several of the girls couldn't fathom the idea of talking dirty but with Suki-san's help, they learned quickly and at length, became comfortable. Oral foreplay was next. Practicing on each other, we learn the art of raising the temperature: licking inner thighs, sucking toes, nibbling on necks, kissing the wet slit but not slipping the tongue in. Everything we learned was designed to break down barriers, set the client at ease and make the woman beg to be brought off. Foreplay was the difference between being a whore and a geisha and a keyword here was patience. Three weeks before the end of my year, we were called in to Hana-san's office by Suki-san. By then, there were only nine of us. Akiko had left due to becoming pregnant and could no longer be involved in the program. Each day became a dress rehearsal for a day in our geisha profession. We played the shamisen, we spoke with each other, read the newspapers and practiced the tea ceremony. Suki-san began by pronouncing us the best class that she had ever had. Hana-san gifted us with jade brooches, meant to be used with the kimonos and gave us our final exam. Upstairs awaited nine of Hana-san's best regulars. We were to each pair off with them and give them the best service we could. Our sessions would be videotaped for later critiquing and the woman who provided the best service would win a coveted spot in Suki-san's o-chaya as well as have a gift of her own choosing. We were given twenty minutes to prepare and chaos broke out as we all tried to exit the room at once. Suki-san pulled me aside, giving me one of her patented lover's kisses and a tender embrace this time. "Make me proud." I didn't say a word. I knew what she expected of me and I wouldn't let this beauty down. I went to my room and pulled out a garment bag that I'd been hiding in the very back of my rack of kimonos. I laid it on the bed and unzipped it, pushing the plastic material aside and gazing on nearly $5,000 worth of kimono. Raw magenta and pink silk and golden embroidery made this a work of art and I had paid a high price. I quickly stripped, pulled the kimono on and did my hair and makeup until I resembled an Utamaro geisha. Perfect. I slid my two-toed stockinged feet into the geta and ascended the stairs. Maybe it was just me, but the world seemed to stop when I reached the top of the stairs. I've always had an unfair advantage because of my height but something told me that the extra money I'd spent on the kimono and the extra time I'd spent learning makeup skills had paid off. Even Suki-san stared at me. I bowed to everyone in the room and immediately shuffled over to Suki-san, reserving my lowest and most deferential bow for her. "Good evening, Suki-san." "Good evening, Nikki-san. May I say that you take my breath away." "Domo." I tried not to grin. Instead, I flicked my fan out and turned to the woman she was speaking with, giving her a slight nod of my head. I would later find out that this was the fabled Nozomi-san, the geisha all aspired to become. She was older, in her late forties, with coal black hair, deep, dark eyes and an infectious smile. Her small hands were elegant, even in their arthritic stage and her legs were smooth and unmarked. I had caught her eye, but looked away quickly. It would not do to presume that I was on her level. I fanned my heated face and waited for Suki-san to address me again. "Nikki-san is our best, Nozomi-san." "Is she?" I felt her apprising eyes on me but resisted the urge to look up. "I heard that she's American." "Yes, she is. She came to us from San Francisco, in the great state of California." "Ah, I see. She's very tall." "Not so much so. She's 5'9". While she is taller than some of us, her height does not put her at a disadvantage." Nozomi-san gave her a nod. "Do you wish to have her service?" "I don't know, Suki. I haven't made my choice yet." My heart dropped into the depths of my already nervous stomach. "But I reserve my right of first choice." Suki-san gave a nod. "As you wish, Nozomi-san." I gave a parting nod and allowed Suki-san to escort me away, where Nozomi-san could not overhear our conversation. "She likes you!" "She has a funny way of showing it." "She is our best female-only geisha, Nikki-san. Perhaps she is just jaded." I gave her words some thought as I watched the other girls mingling and conversing with the other women. Only a few were dressed in kimonos. Most were wearing street clothes: jeans, T-shirts, dress slacks, suits. Nozomi-san was wearing a double kimono, a specialty item that I'd thought about buying but ultimately turned down. The inner kimono would be nothing more than a thin, gauzy robe with a silken collar. Perfect for seduction. So I knew that Nozomi-san had come with the purpose of being seduced. Shibumi approached her but was quickly turned away. Yeshune, Naoko, Keiko, Akina and Risako also tried but she rebuffed them easily. I wondered what she was waiting for. I pocketed my fan and went to the table Suki-san had set up, gathering a small bunch of strawberries and a cup of crème frâiche and shuffled over to where she had sat. "Nozomi-san, may I serve you some strawberries?" Her dark eyes seemed to pierce through me and I was pleasantly surprised when she said, "Yes." I knelt on my haunches at the side of her chair, used a small melon baller to remove the stem, speared it on a cocktail knife and dipped it in the crème, lifting it to her lips. Her eyes met and held mine as the sweet red berry slid past her lips, the cream collecting at the corners. Nozomi-san chewed for a long moment, our eyes still holding, then her tongue slid out to clean the cream. "Good?" "Yes." She gave me a small smile. "Another, please." I spent the next twenty minutes feeding Nozomi-san the strawberries. When the plate was empty, she sat back with a smile and said, "Thanks." I nodded and arose and spent the next hour avoiding her. Suki-san came to find me, sitting in the hallway and having a cup of tea. "What are you doing?" She yanked my arm so hard that I nearly lost the saucer. "Nozomi-san has been asking for you for the last thirty minutes!" "So?" "So? SO? You're saying so to Nozomi-san?" "No. I'm making her beg for me." I gave Suki-san a tiny smile, not wanting to crack my drying makeup. "Isn't that what you taught me about seduction?" Suki-san tried her best not to smile but couldn't help it. "Well, you learned that lesson well. She's practically beside herself thinking that someone else has taken you." "Good." I set my tea down and arose, making sure that my sash was properly tied and my robe straight. "I will go in and see her now." Nozomi-san was in quite a state when I entered the room but when she saw me, her mask of indifference dropped back down and I was relegated to the ranks of the other geisha. I made a turn and insinuated myself into the group of girls, ignoring Nozomi-san. I could see her out of the corner of my eye but I made myself keep ignoring her, no matter how many cigarettes she smoked. Finally, it grew so late that the girls started to take their clients to their assigned rooms. I sat on the opposite side of the room, just out of Nozomi-san's sight and slowly sipped a cup of tea. When she came stomping over, I quickly arose. "The nerve! I've never been treated like this in my life!" "I'm sorry, Nozomi-san. Treated like what?" I let my eyes flick to Suki-san who stood blanch-faced behind me. "Suki-san told me that you had not yet made a decision." "I have made a decision. I thought that much was clear when I agreed to let you feed me strawberries." "Then I must be the ignorant one, Nozomi-san. I thought I was just serving you strawberries." I could see by Nozomi-san's expression that she didn't know whether to be outraged or to laugh. A twitch at the corner of her mouth told me that the ice had been broken and she gave me a warm smile. I knelt at her feet. "If you will forgive my ignorance, Nozomi-san, I would be most pleased to provide service to you." Nozomi-san arose and offered me her hand. "I accept." She leaned close and whispered, "And you'd better be good, you little minx!" I escorted her to my assigned room and once inside, I leaned down and gave her a small kiss. "Would you like makeup on or off?" "Off. And more strawberries." It took me five minutes to get rid of my makeup and grab a bowlful of fruit. When I returned, Nozomi gasped. "My goodness, you're beautiful!" "As are you, Nozomi-san." "I'm too old to be beautiful." "No, you're not." I touched her face, running my fingers over her soft skin, then moved forward to replace them with my lips. Her perfume wafted into my nostrils and I suddenly had the urge to smell another type of perfume. I left my hands move down until I'd reached the juncture of her legs and gave her pussy a squeeze. She moaned, her hands reaching out for me. I unbelted her robe and mine, happy to see that she was naked beneath. I pulled the heavy outer kimono off, letting it fall to the floor, then let mine sag along with it. Her small breasts sat high and proud and I licked them through the gossamer material. Delicious. I pressed her back onto the bed and spread the second robe open. I had started my seduction with her mind; now, I continued with her body. I picked up a strawberry, bit off the end and rubbed the sweet, tart juice on each nipple, following with my lips. Nozomi-san moaned again. I laid the fruit against her lips and let her eat it. Selecting another from the bowl, I traced the length of her body with it, positioning myself between her legs. I hadn't done my test but I knew that Nozomi-san would taste divine. I parted her thighs and lay between. Instead of my tongue, I used the strawberry to open her wet slit. She gasped in delight. I rubbed it up and down, over and over until it was well-coated with her juices and lifting so that she could see my face, I laid the slick tip on my tongue and licked it clean. Nozomi-san gasped again. She'd never seen anything like that, nor had it done to her. I took another berry from the bowl and this time, I gently pressed it into her hole. She came immediately, her hips thrusting upward and a cry coming from her mouth. I pulled the berry out slightly, then pushed it back in. She jumped again, gasping each time I repeated the action. After I was satisfied that she'd cum several times, I left the strawberry inside her and slowly, deftly began to eat it out. I'd never heard anyone scream like she did. She came so hard that her cry brought Suki-san running. "Nozomi-san! Are you all right?" "Yes! Oh, yes! I'm fine." Suki-san shut the door and I went back to work, eating more strawberries and driving Nozomi-san to more orgasms. Finally, she begged for me to stop, gasping for breath. "That was the best I've ever had." All I could do was smile and dip another berry into her juicy slit. * * * * * We did not find out who won until our graduation ceremony, the erigae, where those who had chosen to become true geisha would be 'crowned'. Since I was not participating in the normal geisha protocol, the ceremony was largely ornamental for me. At the ceremony, the winner's tape was shown and we all watched Naoko perform masterfully for and on her client. Her grasp of the shamisen put us all to shame and her singing was enlightening. Then, when she began her seduction of the client, her techniques put us to shame. None of us had thought to masturbate for our clients, but Naoko did, recalling the power she'd held over us in the shower that day. We watched as she sat on a chair, partially turning sideways and hitching one leg over the arm, allowing her kimono to fall open and her half-erect cock to be seen, her small hand stroking it awake. The effect on the client was one of hypnosis. The client opened her robe also and dipped her fingers into her cunt, pearly beads of cum clinging to the dark hairs. There was no audio but Naoko was talking to the client, steadily stroking herself and touching her own breasts. The client did likewise, closing her eyes and shivering. By the time the tape ended, we all sat in stunned silence, our fingers shoved deeply into our honeypots. Everyone embraced Naoko and congratulated her on the win and Suki-san welcomed her into the o-chaya. The other girls received their assignments and twittered happily between each other. Only I was left. "Nikki-san, Hana-san and I have decided that you won second place. Your use of strawberries... all I can say is wow!" "Which is exactly what Nozomi-san said. She left this for you." I took the envelope from Hana-san and opened it. Inside was $544,000 in yen, equivalent to just a little over $5,000 dollars. "Hana-san has decided that you may choose any of her o-chaya for your assignment." "Then, I choose yours, Suki-san." Suki-san's beautiful face lit up and she winked. "I'd hoped you would."